Su Yiyuan didn't know what he was thinking, so he secretly rubbed his hand out of his palm and slowly crawled along his coat towards his chest.

At first, there was a little itching, but Li Moxing stiffened and endured it, until later the itching became another feeling, making his heartbeat gradually increase, and the blood on his body seemed to become more and more hot.

Although this feeling was a little unfamiliar, he didn't understand what was going on, and immediately grabbed Su Yiyuan's messy hand.

"Ah Yuan, don't make trouble."

His voice was restrained, and with infinite doting, he looked at her helplessly.

Su Yiyuan had already ripped off the veil on his face, looked up at him with big watery eyes, and his eyes flickered, which made people extremely excited.

"I'm not making trouble, you seem to be very afraid of itching."

Li Moxing nodded, and hugged the person into his arms again.

At this time, Su Yiyuan was like a hot potato to him, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control what he would do, so he was reluctant to let go if he didn't hug it.

In the end, he chose the latter.

Holding her tightly in his arms, he endured unspeakable torture.

Su Yiyuan looked at him with a calm face, and couldn't help but wonder what he felt.

Although she has lived two lives, she really has never had a serious boyfriend, and she doesn't know how a man will react in this situation.

Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly felt something strange in her legs.

She couldn't help but look down, but as soon as her gaze was lowered, Li Moxing hugged her tighter and took a deep breath in her ear.

"Ah Yuan, stop moving."

Su Yiyuan's face flushed, wondering if he had gone too far.

At this moment, the carriage slowly stopped, and the voice of the palace maid came from outside.

"Holy Maiden, Ziwei Pavilion has arrived."

Su Yiyuan hurriedly got up from Li Moxing's arms, lifted the curtain and looked out, and found that it had indeed arrived.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart that time was passing, and shouted, "I know."

After she finished speaking, Li Moxing put the scarf on her face and tied it gently for her.

"I'll come back to see you later, and by the way, I'll talk about King Rui."

Su Yiyuan nodded, and took the first step to lift the curtain and leave.

There were already people waiting outside, and when they saw Su Yiyuan coming out, they immediately stepped forward to help them and walked towards the Ziwei Pavilion.

After resting for a while, Su Yiyuan walked out of the courtyard by himself and walked in the direction of the library building.

On the first day, the officials of the Ministry of Rites took her to know the way, and then she went to the library by herself every day, because this place did not allow idle people to enter at all, and second, no one else could help with copying the scriptures.

Unexpectedly, when Su Yiyuan came to the library that day, she found that the old woman who brought her tea that day was actually cleaning the yard.

The weather is getting hotter, and many dead leaves are falling from the trees, making the yard a little messy.

Seeing Su Yiyuan coming in, the old woman immediately leaned over and saluted her: "I've seen the Holy Maiden."

Su Yiyuan hadn't seen her for a few days, and he felt that this old woman was different from the others she had seen in the past, so he glanced at her and said, "Mama can't be deliberately avoiding me these days, right?"

The old woman immediately blessed her body again, and said in a voice that was neither humble nor arrogant: "The holy lady is serious, and the old slave does not dare."

In view of what he was going to do next, Su Yiyuan really wanted to confirm the identity of this old woman again, even if it was not a friend, at least it could not be an enemy, otherwise she and Li Moxing would be in big trouble.

"Mama's words are serious, in this deep palace, although I have the name of a saint, I am not taken seriously, otherwise no one will send poisonous snakes to the Ziwei Pavilion."

The old woman seemed surprised that she was telling her this, and looked at her in some surprise, but did not say anything.

Su Yiyuan said as if chatting again, "Mama, guess what's going on at today's summer festival?"

The old woman hung her head and looked at her nose and nose, and said unhurriedly, "The slave can't guess."

Su Yiyuan didn't either

I wanted her to say anything, and said directly: "When I danced the sacrificial dance today, I was almost pushed down from the city tower, and my grandmother thinks that I, a holy woman, am really loved?"

The old woman didn't speak, but she didn't look up either.

Su Yiyuan glanced at her expression, and saw that she looked hesitant, as if she was guessing her thoughts, so she said bluntly, "I just want to know, what does Mama think of me, a holy woman, can it really bring good luck to Da Ming?"

The old woman was not stupid, and she saw that Su Yiyuan was asking her to stand in line, so she hesitated and said: "Whether Daming can really prosper, the country and the people are safe, is not something that a saint can do, whether a country can prosper depends on a wise monarch."

Su Yiyuan glanced at her with a smile.

The old woman's words were full of officialdom, and her previous status must not be low, at least before entering the palace, there must be people with extraordinary ideas around her.

"Look at what Mama said like this, according to this, then wouldn't I, a holy woman, have no effect at all?"

The old woman lowered her body a little: "The saint naturally has the role of a saint, and the lady does not have to be presumptuous."

"What is the role of the Holy Maiden?"

Su Yiyuan pressed forward step by step, and looked at her with a somewhat sharp gaze.

The old woman knew that she couldn't escape this time, so she glanced at her and said, "The role of the Holy Maiden is to calm the hearts of the people, so that the people of Daming have a place to look forward to and their souls to return. In such an unjust world, where male thieves and female prostitutes are commonplace, how can the people not have a God in their hearts?"

Su Yiyuan was stunned, she didn't expect her to have such a profound insight, not at all like what an ordinary palace maid could say.

A thought flashed through her heart, and she said tentatively: "I don't know how many years Mama has been in the palace, do you remember His Royal Highness King Rui who was killed twenty years ago?"

A trace of shock flashed in the old woman's eyes, and she immediately pretended to look at her calmly.

said a little coldly: "The Holy Maiden doesn't look very old, but she is very good at manipulating people's hearts."

Su Yiyuan knew that she had misunderstood herself, so she didn't explain anything, and said directly: "If Mama knows His Royal Highness King Rui, she should also know that before King Rui's family was killed, a child was just born in the house."

The old woman's face changed again, and she seemed to be unable to maintain her calm, and looked at her in disbelief and said, "How could the Holy Maiden know about this?"

Su Yiyuan raised her eyebrows and smiled, this grandmother's heart defense was finally broken by her, and she was on the idea.

She looked at the old woman and said, "It seems that Mama not only knows about King Rui, but may also know them."

The old woman looked at her suspiciously, unable to guess what Su Yiyuan meant by these words, but her expression obviously became a little different from before, as if she had aged a lot in an instant.

The straight back was bent, and the eyes were no more firm and indifferent than before.